Heaven on lara
Chapter 40. Banana Muffins

The day that Zada was locked up behind bars arrived. Zada was sentenced to seven years in prison. As for Ghaida, he was sentenced to nine months for hiding a murderer.

However, Zada had already gained leniency due to the position he was defending. If there is any element of premeditated murder, Zada will be in prison for at most fifteen years.

Zoya thought, that is the consequence. What we do must be accounted for both in the world and in the hereafter.

Zoya looked at the sky that has always been cloudy lately because the rainy season has arrived one month ago. "It must be raining soon" said someone who managed to make Zoya bearded in shock.

"Mas Zaky is here? How can?" zoya asked in surprise. Zaky smiled and nodded. "Yes, accidentally passing by and see you who lately often look at the sky,"

Zoya chuckles. "Maclum, Mas. I forgot to bring a rain coat. So there's that misgivings," Zoya turned her gaze briefly at the man beside her who today looked a little different.

Yes, the man next to her was wearing only a white shirt and black jeans. While his footwear, Zaky wore color sneakers matching his clothes.

"Zoya?"

"Yes?"

"Follow me yuk!" invite Zaky gently, his gaze staring at the sky that began to rain water. "Yeah, rain ...." Zoya's face turned sullen as the rain approached before she got home.

"Zoya?" call Zaky again because Zoya ignores her invitation. "Yes, Mum? Where was it going?" zoya asked looking at Zaky with her eyebrows going up.

"My house. I said I miss you," said Zaky who managed to make Zoya blink funny. "Come huh?" Zoya replied, Zaky asked the same question again. Not a real question, but a call.

"Okay, I'm coming, man,"

Zoya and Zaky leave for Zaky's house. Along the way Zaky did not stop smiling because Zoya was nearby. "Why, Mas? Smile all the time?" ask Zoya innocently.

"No papa ... Just being happy,"

Zoya frowned in surprise at Zaky's reply however, Zoya chose silence and turned her gaze out the window. Not long after, the car broke into an elite housing. Zoya is quite aware that the residents of the housing must need a lot of money to be able to buy one of the houses there.

And Zoya's confusion was answered already after seeing Zaky's car stop in front of the porch of a modern home. The house is big enough to make Zoya ask Zaky. "This is Mas Zaky's house? Anybody here?" zoya asked, beginning to wonder.

Zaky chuckles and goes out first to open the car door next to Zoya. Chequek. Zaky opens the door, causing Zoya to fluster in confusion. "Down first yes, interrogate later" said Zaky with a sweet smile.

Like a buffalo plugged in her nose, Zoya complies and gets out of the car. But before actually coming out, Zoya felt a touch of a big hand behind her hijab. Who else would have done it if it wasn't Zaky? He did that so that Zoya's head would not be hit by the door frame. Zoya looks up to say thank you however, an unexpected incident happened.

The atmosphere was silent between the two. Zoya felt her heart pumping twice as fast. The two are still looking at each other because of an accident just now.

Unintentionally, Zaky's lips have touched one of Zoya's cheeks due to Zaky's lowered position while Zoya is trying to get out of the car.

"Assalamualaikum, Son of Zoya ... Have you come yet? Why are you guys even daydreaming in front anyway? Let's go in first, take Zoya in, Ky," said Khadijah's mother who was between Zaky and Zoya.

Both of them immediately woke up and smiled clumsyly. Khadijah pulled Zoya's hand to go with her into the house leaving Zaky still glued while holding her lips. "Astaghfirullah, I didn't mean it. How about this," said Zaky feeling embarrassed half to death.

"Bye, Mom. Do you have bananas now? A banana that's been really dead?" zoya asked in no way objected to Khadijah's bue request.

"Eh, but you must be tired, son. You sit down first. Sorry, mom's getting a little troublesome. Later after tired of missing," said Mrs Khadijah felt guilty.

"No, Mom. Instead, it's an event for Zoya to practice what Zoya has learned" Zoya's hand moves to hold the back of Khadijah's hand and kiss her. "So there was no salim. That's the case now, isn't it, Mom?" zoya asked with a horse.

Bu Khadijah chuckled. "No papa, son. I'm happy because I feel loved and loved,"

Zoya's eyes glazed over to see the smile of Khadija's mother that was so soothing. "Do you want to cry anyway?" asked Khadijah when she saw Zoya's eyes glazed over.

Bu Khadijah immediately hugged Zoya. "Don't cry. You can think of your mother as your mother, too,"

Zoya smiled and nodded in a hug. He returned Bu Khadijah's embrace tightly. "Thank you, Mom, yeah,"

After Zoya calmed down, Khadijah released a hug. "Awhile, I told my aunt to make a drink first yes," said Khadijah who got the gel from Zoya. "No need, Mom. I'll have a drink later. Didn't she say I want Banana Muffin? I made it special for mother first," Zoya smiled softly at the madam.

Finally, Zoya arrives in the kitchen with an apron already attached to her body. Zoya is preparing the ingredients to make Banana Muffin. "Less what else? Oh yes sugar,"

"Mom, where is sugar?" asked Zoya when she saw Khadijah passing in front of her. "There's a cabinet up there, son. Son Zoya, mom to the next door neighbor first huh. There is a RT group. Sorry, I can't help you. But, you can ask for help with auntie later?" said Mrs Khadijah felt guilty.

"No papa, Mom. Hopefully by the time mom gets home, the cake will be ready. You can eat right away" Zoya smiled happily. After saying his greetings, Khadijah came out leaving Zoya alone.

Yes, Zoya feels alone and somewhere Zaky went because since the unexpected incident, Zaky like disappeared swallowed by the earth. Zoya tries to forget about the incident and opens the top cabinet in search of sugar.

Zoya tries to reach him because his height is still less to reach for the sugar. Suddenly, Zoya felt her back warm up and there was a big hand that easily grabbed the sugar without having to bother like her.

For a moment Zoya closed her eyes as the masculine scent and Woody pierced her sense of smell. The smell that makes Zoya comfortable. "It's sugar." Zoya was glued to the spot as the baritone's voice whispered in her ear.

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